We moved there from Texas in the mid-1970s for my stepfather’s work. Despite my young age, I have many memories of that time. I remember our apartment, and watching the cars go by on the freeway just behind it.
I remember a horrible accident that gave me the scar on my face (and on my leg) that people still occasionally ask me about today, when I ran into the sliding glass door leading out to our patio.
That was obviously a tough evening for me, but otherwise good childhood memories from our short time there. I actually have recollection of the day this photo was taken.